The carpet muffles nothing. Her hips buck off the floor, the pink vibrator buried deep, thighs trembling as the buzz fills the room. A bottle of lube clutched in her left hand, fingers white-knuckled. Her mouth opens wide, a silent scream tearing through the quiet house. No escape, no hiding — just the raw, desperate sound of her losing control. The toy whirs louder, her spine arches, and the lube bottle topples over as her body locks up in a shuddering climax.
